High Expectations Ch. 04

“I guess we should start by leaving.”

He smiled again. “Okay. Lead on.”

I got up and he followed me out of the theater. We went into the mall and headed for the parking lot. We got to the door and stopped short.

“Holy…”

“Shit,” he finished. While we’d been in the movie, it had started to snow. And it was snowing hard. There was a security guard standing by the doors and he held up his hands for us to stop.

“The roads are awful,” he said. “Do you have a long ride home?”

“Not really,” my brother said.

“Then I’d get going before it gets much worse.”

We walked out to the car and I kept my balance. For a while. About a yard or so away from the car, my feet just slipped out from under me. I let out a yell and landed on my bottom. He crouched down and helped me sit up, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so,” I said. I tried to sit up higher and gasped. My ankle was on fire.

“What is it?”

“My ankle. I must have twisted it.”

He helped me off of the ground and propped me up while he opened the passenger door. He plunked me down and I finagled my leg inside. I pulled the door closed and he went around to his side.

“Do you want me to stop at the ER?”

“No. I’m fine. Really.”

He narrowed his eyes again but didn’t contradict me. He turned on the ignition and pulled out the scraper. Soon he had the car cleared off and the heat was managing to warm me up. He checked the headlights and carefully backed out of the spot.

He drove in silence, stealing glances at me from time to time. But mostly he watched the road. I couldn’t see more than a few feet ahead of us. Every so often, the car would slide or a plow would come up in front of us and he would have to turn to the shoulder to let it by. After a few minutes, I was sweating.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered, pulling off the road and putting on the hazards.

“What’s bursa escort wrong?”

“I can’t see. This is awful, the guy was right.”

“What should we do?”

“There’s a hotel at the next exit. Honestly, I don’t think it’s safe to keep driving. We can call Mom and let her know where we are.”

A hotel. With my brother. Alone.

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“I am. I don’t want to get us dead out here.”

He pulled back onto the road and we creeped along to the next exit. I called our mother on my cell phone and told her the plan. She didn’t argue, she was just happy that we found somewhere to wait it out.

He parked in the hotel parking lot in front of the office and I waited in the car, not willing to risk slipping again. I thought about the movie, or I should say the kissing. The movie was a blur. But the kissing wasn’t. I touched my lips and remembered how soft and warm his mouth was, how his tongue brushed mine. It made my crotch, oh sorry, my PUSSY, tingle. I resisted the urge to stroke it. He would be coming out any time and I didn’t want to be caught at it.

He came out a few minutes later holding up a keycard. He got into the car and drove to the other end of the parking lot, in front of a ground floor level door. He got out and opened the door and turned on the light. He came back to the car and opened my door. He helped me get out and practically carried me inside. Once I was sitting on one of the room’s double beds, he went back out and locked up the car.

He came into the room and locked the door behind him. He pulled the blinds, blocking out the sight of the snow and headlights on the plows. He took off his coat and reached for mine. I gave it to him and our fingers brushed against each other. My face was hot and he gave me a lopsided grin.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you tonight. malatya escort Can you take off your shoes?”

“My shoes?”

“So we can look at your ankle.”

“Oh. Right.”

I untied my shoes, thankful that I’d worn loose-fitting, worn out sneakers. I kicked the left one off and reached down to ease off the right. I sucked in my breath a bit. It was swollen, I knew that much already.

He crouched on the floor in front of me and took the shoe out of my hand. He peeled down the sock, much more gently than I had ever known he could be. He touched my ankle lightly and I sucked in my breath.

“Sorry,” he said. “Do you want me to go get you some ice? The machine is right around the corner.”

“Okay, if you want.”

He got up and left, empty bucket in his hand. I slid backwards on the bed, wincing. I pulled out the pillows and set them up behind my back. Within a minute, he came in the door. He locked up again and went into the bathroom, coming out with a hand towel. I watched him wrap ice in it. He got a pillow from the other bed and gently lifted my ankle onto it. He lowered the ice towel onto it and sat on the side of the mattress.

“Feeling any better?”

“Not really.”

He got up and got plastic cups from the counter. “Are you thirsty? There’s a soda machine out there, too.”

“You can relax a little bit. You keep getting up and leaving.”

He blushed. He actually blushed. “I don’t… I mean, I just don’t want to…”

His voice trailed off. It was my turn to blush. “If you want some sodas or snacks, then sure. But maybe you should just get it all at once. You’re going to freeze.”

He grinned. “I like how you worry about me, Sis. I’ll be back.”

He go up and left again. I stared up at the ceiling. We were going to be here all night. Alone. But we had beds.

He came in a few minutes çanakkale escort later, his arms full. He shut the door with his foot and set the loot on the table. “I got you some chips. And an ice cream bar. You still like those, right?”

“Yes.”

He sat next to me on the bed and we ate ice cream. I was having trouble swallowing. The kissing during the movie kept popping up into my mind. He watched me as I ate. He had turned the TV on and a newscaster was covering the weather. She said it was going to last well into the early morning hours and would still be a mess at lunchtime.

I finished the ice cream. I wrapped the stick in the paper and set it on the stand next to me. I shifted my weight and slid my legs off the side of the mattress. He looked up, concern plain on his face.

“What are you doing?”

“I have to use the bathroom.”

“Do you need help?”

“I don’t think so.”

I got up and limped into the bathroom. I shut and locked the door behind me and turned on the lights. I sat and washed my face on a towel. I could hear him walking around in the other room. He was flipping channels, presumably bored with the news. I flushed and stood up. I stared at my reflection. There was a bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. I took off my pants and bra, standing there in my panties and shirt. I pulled the robe on and looked at myself some more.

I reached down and swiped under my arms and down my neck with the washcloth. Then I rubbed it across my pussy. The warmth of the material and the slightly roughened texture made me gasp. I was cleaning myself before bed, like I always did, but I never wanted to stop. Soon, I was climaxing again. I tried to keep my lips together and muffle the sound, but I was sure he could hear me.

I rinsed the cloth and hung it up. I tied the robe and jumped when he knocked on the door.

“Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah, sorry, I’m fine. I’m coming right out.”

I took a deep breath and held it for a count of ten. Then I opened the door and stepped back into the room. He was staring at me. I held the edges of the robe together. We just looked at each other.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up.”

“Julie…”

“Mark. I said shut up.”